Saturday, February 27, 2016
Friday, February 26, 2016
There have always been some things I felt were beyond my many talents. (Ok stop laughing). In the last few years I've learned to make tea biscuits that do not taste or feel like hockey pucks, I've figured out that neat tight little roll of a perfect cinnamon bun, I've figured out how to fix countless house maintenance issues and I've learned how to dye my own wool. But making bread has always seemed out of reach. Some mystical kitchen magic only special people blessed by the baking gods can attain the perfect loaf with a slightly chewy yet crispy golden brown crust and soft fluffy insides. Then I saw a recipe link on Facebook --- 4 ingredients, easy directions. Should I dare be so bold as to try? What did I have to lose? 3 cups of flour? Just try it
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
Ok, it's finally happened. I've become one of those obnoxious Gen Xers who takes their dog to doggie day care.
Sunday, February 21, 2016
I finally took the plunge and made my first attempt at dyeing my own wool.
Saturday, February 13, 2016
So, the other day I open up Facebook and I had a new friend request. Those are always exciting. I mean who doesn't want to make friends, right? Well.........my jaw dropped to the floor and then I started to laugh. You know, that evil maniacal kind a laughter. Mwahahhaha!!! This story really starts almost 45 years ago. It was first grade and little Kimmie with her honey coloured ringlets had a special pair of scissors. My grandfathers sister sent me a pair of pink plastic safety scissors with the handles in the shape of a little bird. They were so pretty and NO ONE else had a pair like them. They came all the way from Boston! They were like this only so much better
Sunday, February 7, 2016
Seems like everyone is talking about some dumb football game today. Everyone except me